Rayleigh had been around since the crew began. Being Roger's right hand man and an excellent swordsman. Despite Roger's childish and unserious attitude... Rayleigh got by.

Roger was also a very large man. Not that Rayleigh was complaining, he was a perfect heater during the cold days. Like now!

Snow danced around outside the window. Rayleigh and Roger sitting together, Rayleigh between the other man's legs and a blanket wrapped around them. Suddenly, Roger gasped.

"Ray! Are you okay?! Are you feeling well?! Why are some of your strands of hair turning grey?!" He seemed genuinely concerned. Afraid his dear Rayleigh was sick.